Thursday, March 29, 2012

HI MY NAME IS REVEREND STANLEY JAY BINGMAN AND ITS HOPS TIME ITS BEET TIME ITS CHARRED REMAINS AND NOBRLE CABBAGE TIME NOTHING LEFT TO SCAVENGE TIME AND WERE NOT IN THE ARMY WHAT ARMY THE WHYTE RASH ARMY MAYBE OF COURSE BUT NATURALLY BEYOND THATW ERE NOT IN THE ARMY IN FACT WE HATE THE ARMY WHAT ARMY? WHYTE ARMY? WHO CARES WHAT ARMY HEY WHY DID YOU KILL ALL MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS TOURIST ON THE KADATH PLAIN STARING AT SPIRAL SPIRES ALL LIKE DUH HEY MY EX WIFE DIED IN KADATH NO NOT THAT EX WIFE MY OTHER EX WIFE DONT BE INSENSITIVE AND HEY WHAT ABOUT ALL THOSE TREES ON EASTER ISLAND BUT SERIOUSLY FOLKS WHO IS BUD TUTMARC AND RICHARD STERLING AND ALEISTER CROCODILE I LIKE THEM WE ALL LIKE THEM HECK WE LOVE THEM BUT HEY WE LOVE EVERYBODY DONT WE WE YEAH WE DO STOP IT STOP IT ITS HURTING MY EARS ITS QUITE A RACKET BUT I LIKE IT I DONT LIKE YOUR RACKET YOU CAPITALIST YOU POSEUR WE LIKE PUSSY GALORE WE LOVE SEX WE HATE WAR WE HATE BOSSES WE HATE RENT WE LOVE LOVE WE DONT LIKE THE ATOM BOMB WHATS THAT ANYWAY WE DONT LIKE THE LARGE HADRON COLLIDER FUCK YOU SCIENTISTS HOW DO YOU WORK ANYWAY WHATS YOUR MEANING LITTLE TRASHMAN/JANITOR WHATS YOUR PROGRAM HEY YOU THINK LIKE I THINK IVE GOT A WHYTE RASH PECULA MECCATTI YOUVE GOT A WHYTE RASH MARK O CAIN YOU THINK LIKE I THINK WE ALL GOT RASHES HEY SWEETTOOTH, DAN, DANI, DANNY, DYLAN, OWEN, IAN, IAN, NATO, ANDREW, ANDREW, ANDY, ERIC, ERIN, LIZ, LISA, LELAH, LAURA, LAUREN, STEVE0, MICK, COURTNEY, BEN, PADDY, MAX, MATT, MICAH, MIKE, JUSTIN, JOHNNIE, JAMES ITS 24/7 TIME ITS SCUM TIME ITS DUMM TIME ITS AGE OF THE REPTILES TIME ITS OUTTA TIME TIME UNDER PRESSURE ITS BEET TIME ITS HOPS TIME ITS WHYTE RASH TIME

Monday, March 5, 2012

"UZI RASH- Whyte Rash Time LP. Left coast wack jobs UZI RASH continue to make some of the most unique and memorable music around. Sounding like a stripped down garage band diving head first into a bottle of cough syrup, UZI RASH blast irresistibly, unpredictive tunes from the outer viscera of the garage scene. It's all bottom heavy, gutted, swamp-fuzz slathered in their own shimmering, oddball charm that helps UZI RASH carve out there own little pantheon of coolness in wierdsville. Sloppy, shambolic cave man thud that'll sidle up nicely against your Cramps, Swell Maps, Cheater Slicks, and Pussy Galore records. A chaotic mess from start to finish."